A witch turned Breanne into a toad for making fun of the witch’s warts. “I earned every one with a spell well done,” muttered the witch as she walked away. Now Breanne had warts of her own and hid underground where no one could see her.
The only person she would allow to visit was her sister, Senora, who came every Saturday.
Years passed. The girls grew up.
One Saturday Senora made an announcement. “You should know, I took up magic. I’ve studied and studied and I’ve finally got a spell to turn you back into a girl.”
Breanne croaked with joy.
Senora shut the door and hung her lantern on a root. She cleared her throat and readied herself for the spell. “Toadstools to footstools, nightmares into dreams, turn sister toad into a girl!”
There was a shimmer of light and Breanne the girl stood where the toad had been.
“It worked!” Senora whooped with pride.
Breanne gazed at her hands, whole and unwebbed at last. How she had missed them. How she had missed her own beautiful face! She yearned for a mirror.
Breanne reached out to embrace her sister, grimacing as she noticed a witch wart appear on the end of Senora’s nose. “Gross! You’ve got warts.”
Senora’s anger crackled in the air. “It’s a badge of honor for a working spell.”
“Ugh. Get rid of it.”
“As you wish, you ungrateful toad.” Senora’s spell dissolved, the wart disappeared, and her sister turned back into a toad.
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Some people just don’t learn.
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